I AM getting ready to go 2 another meeting and in every meaning my father's name always put me in the front row seat...my Americanize name don't mean shit when I sit in this seat.Everything that is BLACKwill BE my favorite color.Patiently I AM anxious 2 get this meeting startedI have so much to discover and so much information 2 take but looking 2 my left and looking 2 my rightI noticed that everyone had a crooked face. The faces turned ivory smoke...I didn't choke from the smoke that made mebecause the identification to this meeting is to be Heard NOT to be Seenthe "Meaning 2 the Meeting"is very simple... everyone is discussing about the Changes that need to be made in this new organization.But how can THEY say it's new when the originals are still HERE."YOU know your getting closer 2 deathwhen U start looking 4 changes."Suddenly I heard my father's voice speaking to mewhat the hell is he doing herehe was NOT suppose to be here in this new group meeting...I started to ask myself the questionWas I in the Meeting or in someone else's Greeting? I stood up angry and I got real closewithout saying a wordmy face demanded answers!!!The smoke cleared and every one around me disappearedthe presence was gone and the meeting was NOW adjourned.But how can that be?When it seems to be that I was the only ONE still in this meeting...I felt someone watching me.In the corner of my eye from a distance I could see right through a door that I never saw before.In the glow I saw a black shadowthat outlined the figure of a man in a wheelchair.Curiosity took me by the hand and made me wonder who sat in THIS chair...As I got closer 2 the sceneit took me 2 a different place and from this picture I knew who sat in this wheelchair.The room... was so beautiful that no human words could describe itThe Room... had an exquisite unique essence that no human body deserve itThe ROOM...was filled with gold and blackmixed with different colors from different candleswith different shapes and different sizeseach candle had a unique glow that showed love from both sides.From my insides I got nervous I got excitedthere was too much love in this room for me to be invitedI didn't belong herewhy am I here?But I felt the man's energy from the wheelchair Demand me not to go anywhere...He was sitting in a dark corner not far away from meI couldn't face him because I knew his identityI will admit...I was scared of his identitywhen I tried 2 approach his entityI felt his anger and his pain turned into FULL RAGE...I back the fuck-away wonderingwhy he kept his head down mumbling repeating the same words that I HEARD over and over again, "Why did my people do this to me?" "Why did my people go against me?""Why did my OWN people kill me?"I couldn't go near him because I felt guilty...his pain was too strong to me to embrace the feeling but the pain became pleasure and the pain MOVED me...I got closer and I said,"I feel so sorryfor what happened to you Tupac Amaru Shakur I know I AM dreaming but can I please hung you"I had many dreams in my life time beforemost of my dreams are real nightmaresmy nightmares always turn into realitythis was the first time I acknowledged in my sleep "That I was Dreaming."My experience was too deep to be RealityNo holographic image will create this reality this was an out body experience...When Tupac stood up for me to embrace him I saw his whole body experience...His hands stretched to his arms long and widewith no bullets with no tattoos with no scars...he was the perfection for everythingthat is beautiful from the beginning...His body glowed in the dark with purityHe had clothes on but it looked like cottonand the cotton was attached to his skinthen I realize... the clothes was a symbol of how he lived in his past tenseMy eyes didn't want to deceivebut my Eyes could not believeI was seeing a soul BEING born again...My muscles tense with my hands on his face I wanted 2 hold him face to faceTo show him I had no fearhis eyes glowed so bright it looked scaryTupac could see right through me the Wrath of a Menace made me feel a sensational warmth Without no gun without no heat the pressure was inhumanly impossible for me to breathe...I couldn't breathe anymoreI couldn't take it anymore!!!My sins did NOT deserve Tupac's Love Encorehis Salvation against my Rude Awakeningwas too RAW for me to take in...I took the last breath and woke upto realize where I started is where I NOW beginI WELCOME my sinsto take their time to torture me once again...I was pacing with my head down looking at my feet and handsto remind myself the reasons why I chose to be alone again...I TRUST NO ONE!!!!I believe in No One ... I depend on No ONEI never was the fanfor this Tupac Revolution StandI chose not to follow the Makaveli planUntil I discovered the secret behind the REAL man...Rap music has Lost it's True Identity... "The King of Thug Rap" the Baby Panther was the GangstaActivistThinking outside the box to remind US about those who got locked For being a "thug rapper" speaking "poetic Injustice"...This man was his OWN artistMaking his own Juice from the Rootsmy black container share the same Juice...With so much to prove and so much to gainIt's a DAM Shame when rappers who can't Claimtheir OWN spotwanna proclaim they are the NEW 2pac...This Identity Theft to the Rap Revolution is now in SESSION it is MANDATORY that no man claims another man's lessons. The Originator has already been Taughtthe Consequences to become a Rap Legendhas already been Bought...We don't care if Tupac was a rapper or notWE don't care if he was fuckin outside the black boxWe don't care if he was the richest or notthe Blood of a Panther is ALL WE care about...Fans make Demands they discover he is worth MOREbut did they care to knowwho was the Real Tupac Amaru Shakur?If dedicated fans knew this black MANwould they protect him from the bullets that ricochet from his skin? Fans are "just fans" they blow in the windthey are NOT made to BE bulletproof...When Tupac was rapping this youngen was traveling.Going into countries working the grown man's hustler tradesmy codes already past the Gangsta grades. Tupac's rap style was underage for me his music really didn't bother me...Biggie Smalls "Gimmie the Loot" was the only rap song that moved me.When Tupac got hurt this was the 1st time he got shot I asked my father..."Why would a shoota waste bullets to bother those bitch ass rap niggas?" My daddy gave me a look that got me shook his broken language choking me around my neck he said..."U betta give this man Tupac real respect "Before you HATE the music U must first check the background lyrics.Tupac's mother Afeni Shakur was part of the Black Panther MovementNever hate on the Movement until you discover whatcha hatin 4"...My background music Made it MY Dutyto keep the revolution strong to keep the justice moving...Actions with No Questions the path left blood stainsand pain on my father's boots far too longfor me to wipe the movement off... 75 years this Buffalo Soldier was Ready to ShootI remain His Worthy One.Wiping the blood glocks from my snipa's bootsmy father never shot a man behind his backhis style was ALWAYS face to face combat.His Panther Reasons pass on the lessons that now became my 45 reasons...I can see clearly now that the rain is gone the pain is gone from the stormthat left the dark circles around my eyesNot thinking with my heart but thinking with my mind...Hit 'Em UP dunkey stylegutta dem up rudeboi Deep inside my telescopesthe actions to my codes Still remain open and never to be closed...Even when I was doing 15 years of My Worthy time Tupac's message in his rhymes always encouraged me to do more!!! Those nickels and dimes for my Retributioncontinues to remain on my front doors... I Give Back to my peoples and get rid of those peopleswho didn't treat ME like their equalthe Payback has added More and MORE peoples!!! The past, present and future issues STILL exist todayeven when Tupac was rappin about the same shit back in the days my poetry was already written all over my face. But my father wouldn't let me continuehe WARNED me... I wasn't ready to take my father's place.The criminal became the victimTupac became the ONE who spoke the truth for me.His Rhymes with Reasons represent the Legacyfor anybody who chose to let their music speak politically... "Who killed Tupac and Biggie?" "The rap music can sound the same but the profile was MADE to be different"the only TIME these rap individuals became equalis when the bullets made them die 4 the same different REASONS...Back 2 the question because the answer is very simple...WE killed Tupac and Biggieit's just that simple...2pac died because he was a Real threatand Biggie died because of Tupac's Death...Would you rather die for being a Real Threator Die because of someone else's deathNo question mark neededLet's go visit a body that's kept on the Other Side let's go Deep Down Insidewhere I know how a killa works on the opposite side...The Hate was the gun and The Jealousy made US pull it the Bullet gave so much love to the Trigga Nigga Shootersnot knowing the shooter put his name on it...Our claim 4 fame was on different sides of the coast we were going against both sides that showed the most love 4 their favorite rapperWE were at WAR!!! but what Rap War was WE fighting forwhen this rap music has ALWAYS belong to US!!!a Criminal Mind is a Terrible thing to Waste...Going against those WE can't TrustGoing against those WE still HateThe White Media is always hypocritical playground TV detectives were smart from the start... Advertising our mouths to manipulate our wordsthe Curse heard every WORD that got US so Emotionalwithout saying "the Word" they made US put the bullets on Tupac and Biggie's chestretaliation put them BOTH to restso HOW COME today...it's so easy to2 kill the Black Devilsbut notkill the Fake Rap Gods?!!!There is Rat in Every Rap HouseRaw BEEF can be unhealthyespecially when you throw a little ghetto meatto a bunch of greedy niggas...Rich niggas got so much to looseHungry Niggas got so MUCH to gain Grimy Nigga Slaves always fuckin-up real thangs!!! Cutting throats against each other for the Wrong Namesnow that's the real DAM shamewhen the Rap CAUSE will cost rap niggas to die against each other for the Wrong Fame..."WHERE are My Real LOYALTY NIGGAS AT?"no matter if you are Muslim, Christian or Pro-BlackNO religion can protect U...Surviving in this Hand Made World is the same curse that will make you search for the Malcolm X truthYOU can Die by the same hands that made YOUyour Main man was the Black Man that killed U...No More Dreams for Martin Luther King Jr.,most of US still don't recognize his MovementNo Justice No Sleep No Peacespoken codes with no actions!!! His retaliation was the only World Wide Namewho's Fame died by the opposite handsthat Most Black People Still March Against...On the balcony can you say the word nigger without getting killed?There's TOO MUCHFreedom in this country that WE call AmericaFreedom for some BUT not for allAmericans going against their OWN countryAmerican Express gets NO PASS if you can't speak American EnglishWE say the word "nigga" like cracka with cheeseEmancipation to America's Nationhas made history Proclaim slavery all over again... This cycle repeats but never to the end let's not pretend WE know LIFE GOES ON....Hard-headed unpredictable and took no shitTupac made emotional niggas suck their own dickand GAVEThe Real niggas the Real Reasons to back this shit up...Tupac's Legend is still alive and remains conscious and strong I see him FREE and Alivethrough so many people who look and talk like him..."How Long Will They Mourn Me" "Until the End of Time"I thank GOD for Tupac's blessings... in his spirit, body and mindhis rhymes SPOKE the codes for thoseFuture Potential Childrento remind them Tupac was just like THEM...Sitting outside the "Dopefiend's Diner"hustlin in this "White Man's World""GOD BLESS the Child who got HIS OWN""R U STILL DOWN""2 Keep your Head up When You are Against the World"You will never become the GREATEST for anythingby playing it Safe"No More Pain" will BE buried alive in the graves...A LEGEND doesn't die just because the Body doesReal Niggas don't DIEWE add subtract DIVIDE and multiply..."Only GOD can Judge You Now"when people claim YOU to be Dead Wrong Instigators only forget about U "When They Don't Give a Fuck about You""Unconditional Love""What would I Do 4 Love"Nobody knows the REAL truth about lovebut I do know this...I Will Never call U Nigga Again if you "Never Call Me A Bitch" So many songs for so many different Reasonsso many songs with so many different MeaningsTupac music still plays in ALL the same stompin grounds I grew up in...Stop Look and Listenfrom my past present and future sins.Tupac's mother should take her son's music more seriouslyand not allow just ANY BODY to sample his lyrics so easily...But then again...she will meet him and greet himto remind him there will be no ONE before him OR after himWE Won't StopWE CAN'T BE STOPPEDWE won't Stop until WE are Finished ...This is the Meaning 2 the Beginning 2 The End ...

"What can I type about Dthat would make him sound so simple so easy....Absolutely NOTHING!!!....the M to the XDMX is... KRAZY SEXY DEMONIC & UPLIFTINGI LOVE this man's rap energyDMX Energy is pure RAP Quality...YOU have 2 go through HELL 2 appreciate HEAVEN I MUST repeat these words of actions once again:​I LOVE this man's rap energyDMX Energy is pure RAP Quality...lyrically speaking"This Man's Words" always speaks the TRUTH for Me... DMX will always come 1st to me

﻿WE All THANK U(sithanda ukukubonga)

For Not Being someone that You Are NotBeing your OWN rap artist and blowing UP spotsperforming a show to let the World Know that you are not afraid to showyour Rights with your Wrongs... Keeping it REAL Strong and not Trying to Be Industry PerfectI have No More Roads To Cross With YouWE won't discriminate U without discriminating ourselvesWE just want you to take care of yourself be good to yourselfbefore U lay downand stay down by YourselfI know that Hell very Well"Loneliness can be a crowded Placefilled with so many faces you can't Trust"Hold On DMXHold on DI SEE and FEEL YOUR WORTHY POTENTIAL...Even when the Damiens remind me that GOD only comes when bad things happen...I say make the bad things happenTo make YOU Realize the Lord has Given YOU a Signlike it or notuse your Last Hope wisely...(whisper)"What's My Name"WE will NEVER forget your nameU gave US the Reasons to keep the Name ALIVEso when DARKNESS finally touches youand GOD shines deep inside your eyesyour enemies will start to get READYto laugh at youto judge youto criticize you for being Rap OriginalWhen that time comes thru... WE will use the same toolsthat your enemies abuse against U." until then ~1~

DAMwhat am I gonna do now...looking at myself I keep reminding myselfI was BORN to keep it G... NOBODY that's worth to be ANY BODY can go against meto survive in my pastI grew UP in my past my past history made me GuiltyI AM the LAST One Standing...I AM my worst enemy2 BE or NOT 2 Be...I give life to the Fullest but sometimes life can take away the Emptyso how long will my style keep making me smile for my sins to look so dam pretty...it is a pity to knowthe mouth you OWN is not the Real Mouth U speakI swear those eyes keep watching me reading me trying to make their OWN story without ME signing on the dotted line..."The words that U read got 50 pages missing"so WHO are you for ME to lie 2why ME? why not U...MY eyes can ONLY read a Soldier's PotentialU ain't nobody until somebody tries 2 kill you.Your fans will burn you they demand proofI AM NO FAN to your name Brand plans not the ONE who stands against you..No Romeo No JulietNo Times No Faces No Traces No DatesI seek REAL Potential in real crooked placesMost Black Amercanize Celebrity Figuresmade success because of real criminal crimesHow many times will YOU March to those American Dimes...With so much to loose and nothing to proveThis is WHY most of you are STILL ALIVE"Duck Duck Goose"the kill is no longer worthyso what is your Real purpose 2 dieno question mark neededWE Still read the lyrics in your rhymesTurn the Next Page...WE Stand corrected when I say "Business is Strictly business SEPARATE Business from Thugs 2 Men"WE have the POWER!!!the REAL POWER will NOT be Televised on TVU know what I mean...Fiddy VS Curtisthere is NO U in the name Methe difference between You and MeI keep it All Black GEye wait patiently for the Next Sin to comeand it will comethis shit always come back around to ME eventually...my One finger nail was cut off short to remind me of the half job I DONEI won those Wrinkles inside my telescope to match my pretty dark eyes... ﻿"You Should be Dead"﻿Nigga I DID die...30 seconds for the Holy Ghost to bring me back to Be AliveNiggas can't shoot to Save my Life"a Killa is suppose to Take U not give the Life Back 2 U" In far away countriesWE hold the Real symbol to Hail Marymy Father's Massacre was a precum to a blood bath movieI AM his equal to this sequel NO ONE can move meno Guarantee my DNA can trace me Not the only One with Customize Twins that look like Methe make-up is called "Innocence" the foundation is called "Guilty"the sins are written all over my face...I Keep Clean for this paper chase the background remains smartDo I look the part for this muthafuckin art?there's a method to my madness my code is in my artit's easy to deceive the truthwhen the truth shines better in the dark"the positive is 2 my negative the negative remains positive""what U give is NOT what U will receive"if YOU don't see itit never exist !!!Me?I never was the problem childbut I can BE the problem childmy twin rest her soul 10 years ago AGAINST the smoke that was made By meIt was All About ME"Inspiration bless Me at a very young Age"My father always told 2 me..."a man's hands should never smell like smoke"My Future will teachthe young black men to always wear black glovesto STOP corrupted white thugs from shootingBlack men with hands that don't carry black gloves.Why me?why not YOU...I will continue to manipulate to speak what they HEARDbut I will NEVER show and tell The Real Word." kula-sulbinya funista ire cohymna"